Aunt Osie’s Poetry

In memory of Osie Ola Hertzler Ziegler

1918-2017

Osie and Ralph

This evening as I was thinking about Aunt Osie, I pulled out her book of poetry (Homespun Verse: A Mother’s Medley) and entered her world of life….

Just Wishing

I’d like to be a buzzard bird

Away up in the sky,

I’d hop upon the strongest wind

and go so very high.

The earth would be an Esso map,

The roads would ribbons be,

And fields look just like patchwork quilts

As far as I could see.

I’d find another bird and have

A grand old pillow fight

With little clouds the wind blew by,

all soft and fluffy white.

I’d dip and soar an hour or more,

As happy as could be,

And then at night I’d perch upon

The very tallest tree.

I suspect she is now flying higher, faster and grander than any buzzard ever dreamed of flying! I think I would think of a prettier bird I’d want to be but buzzards do know how to soar and glide. But that was Aunt Osie, she somehow managed to see the beauty in the sometimes not so lovely.

This is My Task

God did not choose to send me across the sea

To spread the gospel story of Calvary.

But placed instead in my arms for loving care

Some of his little lambs, tender and fair.

Then bid me take these small ones and day by day

Love, them, guide them aright, teach them to pray.

This, then, is the work He has given.

This is my task.

This is my whole life’s endeavor, nor would I ask

any greater. I only pray wisdom to guide

These tender lambs one by one to the Shepherd’s side.

Gypsy Flair

Some day I’m going to break loose

From the chains of daily grind

And capture every fancy

Of my restless Gypsy mind.

I’ll follow little side roads

That peek out along the way

That beckon with crook’d finger

And tangled flowers gay.

I’ll climb them to the highest hill

And scan the scene below

Where neat farms lie with field and fence

Like patchwork quilts in row,

Or woodlands flaunt their colors

Against the distant hill.

I’ll stay and watch the setting sun

And let its colors thrill

My heart, or else perchance I’ll take

A road that’s going down

Where woods are deep and silent,

and all I hear’s the sound

of little brooklets tossing

Their laughter back at me

As they twist and turn among the fern

In bubbling gaiety.

I’ll pass by cozy cottages

Where little children play,

And pause beside a field that’s steeped

In scent of new mown hay.

I’ll find myself a quiet place

Beneath a shading tree,

With only ants and spiders

To keep me company.

I’ll pillow down on soft new grass

And here I’ll take my ease,

Where nature’s air conditioned

By a whisper of a breeze.

Then I’ll come back where taut-faced friends

Still hurry in their way,

Richer far for having been

a gypsy for a day.

Thank you Aunt Osie for a life well lived.  I loved to stop in for a chat and your words of cheer always encouraged me. I knew several weeks ago when I stopped in that your time on earth was drawing to a close.  As you laid curled in your bed, you were still wanting to work in your flower beds. You are now home… truly home with your Savior, husband and many other loved ones.  Gypsy lady, your chains are gone and you are now free to climb the highest hill, find that quiet place and enjoy the most beautiful gardens imaginable.

Twins: Oliver (Gene’s dad)  and Osie (on the right)- 1919

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 I would like to suggest you leave a comment or memory of Osie and/or Ralph. It would such a blessing for the family to read. The comment link is at the top of the page, just under the title.

3 Comments »

  1. Julia Said:

    This read has been so enjoyable. This is a nice tribute to someone I’d love to have met. Im thankful that Aunt Osie is free and flying high.

    Like

  2. Linda Burkholder Said:

    When did our dear, sweet Osie pass? We loved her dearly and deeply. Our sympathies to you and the Ziegler family.

    Sent from my iPhone

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